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Traffic

(SpongeBob riding his unicycle, whistling. Runs into a boat and flips over and over through a long line of boat mobiles)
SpongeBob: Ow, beg your pardon, aw, excuse me, sorry. d'oh.
Squidward: Could this day get any worse? (SpongeBob crashes into the back of the truck in front of Squidward) Wha...? Of course it can.
SpongeBob: Hi, Squidward, why is everyone so honking mad?
Squidward: Because they've been stuck in this traffic with nothing to do for hours.
SpongeBob: Nothing to do, eh? (jumps on top of the truck and puts a winding device in the side of his shorts)
Squidward: What the...? (a pair of speakers comes out of SpongeBob's head and plays surf music) Oh, like that's gonna make anybody feel bet... (everyone dancing and whistling) ...ter.
SpongeBob: Come on, Squidward, shake a tail fin.
Squidward: I'm gonna be stuck here forever. (rhythmic honking)
SpongeBob: Nice rhythms, Squidward.
End